A true story; (I've embellished some parts, but it's based on truth)
I was then a fresh-faced 19 year old on his first vacation home from college.. Slim, longish hair, I was attractive to many girls but had not felt the need to remove my virginity on a college -romp yet.
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I wandered through the familiar streets, enjoying the sounds, smells and sights of the rural town I lived in.
I felt I had to go to the toilet for a wee. I went into the car park and over to where the Gents was. I was about to go in when a rough voice behind me said "Hey, boy.! Yes.. You." As I turned round.
The middle-aged, unshaven individual in the wheelchair was well known in the town. Apparently, years back he had raped both his son and daughter, the townsfolk whispered, but nothing could be proved as no complaints were made by either child. In fact both had disappeared soon after.
When I was about 15 and came across this character he used to ogle me and leer at me,undressing me with his eyes. Although he never spoke to me I used to shudder with excitement at his staring and run home where I masturbated and reached orgasm in seconds,it seemed.
Now here he was.,
"Were you... were you speaking to me?" I said timidly.
"You see anyone else around?"
I shook my head
"Then don't be fucking stupid and open the door for me!"
I felt the old,familiar sensation again as I opened the disabled toilet door and let him through.
He went in. "Well..... Give us a hand !"
I entered the toilet.
"lock the door,then!"
I did so and looked at him. "Is there.. Is there anything else, sir?"
"Come over here and help me get my cock out. I need to pee."
I blushed furiously, as butterflies flew all over my stomach.
I approache him. Bent over him and drew his zipper down.
"Get on with it,boy!"
I put a hand in his trousers and felt a large,semi-tumescent prick. I had neve held one before, other than my own.
"C'm on! C'm on!"he said impatiently.
I pulled it out. It was thick, with a huge purple head which seemed to point at me now.
He leant forward and began to pee, splashing my hands. "Well then ! Hold it!"
I held it,feeling the liquid pass through, leaning over him. Then I felt his hand on my buttock, caessing it lightly.
"Please don't" I whispered.
He smiled cruelly and gave me a hard slap on my bum. I whimpered.
"You're coming home with me now, boy. You're mine".
I looked at his face. There was a cruel smile hovering over his lips. And he had finished peeing. I started to push his cock back but he slapped my face this time. "Dry it!"
I was about to go get some tissue when he pulled my hair, dragging my head down to his level.
"Not with tissue, bitch. With your mouth!"
Oh my god! I'd never even thought of doing a thing like that before, but a savage yank of my hair persuaded me.
I put my lips close to it. It smelt of urine and body smell. I flicked my tongue out and licked it. I was trembling now. He pushed my head down and I opened my mouth,taking it all in. I thought I was about to cum, the feeling was indescribable.
"Okay, that's enough! Put it in my trousers and push me home."
I felt so weak, I thought my legs would be unable to support me, but I managed to close his zipper with shaking hands and pushed the wheelchair out of the toilet.
He didn't say another word as I took him home, apart from giving curt directions as to how to get there.
We came to a small house in the less salubrious part of town, and he opened the gate onto a small patch of unkempt garden. He gave me the keys and I unlocked his front door.
"Oh my god, what am I getting into?" I wondered. I dreaded what was going to happen to me before I came back out that door. But I was also terribly excited.
We went in. I closed the door behind me. The house was dirty, stuff strewn all over the floor. He led me into his front room.
"Shut the curtains, bitch!" I did and stood facing him.
"Strip!" Slowly I took my t-shirt off,then my jeas and underpants.
"Hmmmmm.." he said. "Been wanting to see you like this for a long time....and TAKE YOUR HANDS FROM YOUR COCK. I WANT TO SEE IT. Put your hands behind your back". I did as I was told,,as he came nearer to me. Slowly he fondled my small penis. I have never been well=endowed, but now it was getting a good erection. He jerked my foreskin back so I gasped, but kept my hands behind my back. He then fondled my balls slowly,,pasing his hand right under them and between my legs, which I opened slightly for him. Then he moved to my back. He fondled my cheeks, before I felt a finger pressing my little hole.
"Hmmmmm... I like you snatch. It's going to be in plenty of use. It'll be a lot bigger when I've finished with you,slave, my little sex slave"..
"Y..yes... Master" I said softly. There.. I had given myself to him as his plaything. I was shaking from head to foot.
"Come with me" he said, leading the way into what must have been the kitchen, although all I could see was a heavy wooden table in the middle of the room.
"Whenwe're all done with you, we'll feast on you. That's where you'll lie." He smiled.
Feast on me? Is that what had happened to his son and daughet? When WE feast on you? Were there more people involved?
He pushed open a door into a dark room. It was cold here. He switched a couple of dim wall lights, but I could see enough to frighten (and excite me)even further.
There was a sort of operating table in the middle of the room. It looked s if the top of it was removable, and underneath that there was a trough. From the ceiling hung various chains and pulleys. A large wheel by the sie of his operating table seeme to control the chains.
"Get on the table. Belly down" he said.
I climbed on it. He pulled some chains down with the help of the wheel and placed cuffs on my ankles and wrists. Then he clipped the chains to these.
It was then that, looking up, I noticed one chain he hadn't yet used. There was a very large hook attached to itsend,but the hook wasn't pointed. There as a sort of bulb at its ene.
He pulled on the chains holding my wrists and ,legs.Now I was unable to move, since both legs and arms were raised slightly behind my back. I moaned softly.
He took the chain with the hook, and, pushing the small of my back down on the table, placed the hook on my "snatch" as e called it, then pushed it in.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGHHHHHHHH!!!" I screamed out in pain as I felt the cold metal bulb pierce me
"PLEASE ! PLEASE STOP! OHHHHH"
But he pushed relentlessly until I thought I was going to pass out. Then, before I had recovered from that, I felt myself hanging in mid air,my bum hanging higher than the rest of me in an obscene position.
He left me like that for what seemed hours, but was probably only a few minutes, then pulled the hook out of me.
I gasped with relief,, but to my horror, I felt something else between the cheeks of my bum. Something that was thicker and longer than the hook, and which he forced into me. It was his own prick, and he was fucking me roughly.
I just hung there, swaying and enduring his rape of my anus, until I felt something warm gush into my insides, and his grunt of satisfaction.
He swung me back onto the table, removed the chains and told me to get up, which I had difficulty in doing as my legs were so weak.
He led me back to his front room, told me to sit, which I did, cross=legged, both from modesty and also necause I was sore, and he said
"You've done well, slave. But this is just the beginning. To-morrow I want you here early, by nine oclock. When you've sucked me dry, and I will expect you to swallow every drop, I'll invite my friend Snake over and he can have his fun with you. Guess why they call him Snake HA HA HA! You'll certainly enjoy that. After that I'll expect you to wear sexy dresses, undies and nighties for my friends. I'll order some stuff for you.
You are now my property. Every inch of your body belongs to me to do as I wish. Remember that. Now go and take that sexy snatch home."
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